Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.